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The Noble County Republican. (Caldwell, Ohio), 1881-01-13

The Noble County Republican. (Caldwell, Ohio), 1881-01-13 page 1

TJfE REPUISIjICAX. EVERY THURSDAY, CALDWEUj, NOBLE CO,, OHIO. ADYERTISIKG RATES. One column one year $100 09 One-half column one year. . . . 60 CO One-fourth column one year . 25 (10 One-eighth column one year 13 00 Road Notices, (3.00; Attachment Notices, $2.30; Legal advertising at the rate prescribed by law. Local advertisiae ten cent per line for every publication. Obituary Resolutions from Orders and Societies, when they exceed six lines, five cents per line for each additional line of eight words; money to acoompany the resolutions. TEKMS : $1.50 per year, in advance. Address kil letter to W. H. COOLEY, Caldwell. Noble Co.. O. VOL. XXII. CALDWELL, O., THURSDAY, JANUARY 13, 1881. NO. 24. NOBLE COUNTY BUCAN. .ruDjj. " YES." They stood above the world. In a world apart. And she drooped her happy eyes, . And stilled the throbbing pulses Of her happy heart. And the moonlight fell nbove her. Her secret to diaeover. And the moonbeaniB kissed her hair. As though no human lover Had laid his kisses there., "Look up, brown eyes," ho said, " And answer mine. Lift up those silken fringes. That hide a happy light. Almost divine." The jealous moonlitrht drifted To the finder half uplifted. Where shone the opal ring: Where the colors danced and shifted On the pretty, changef ul thing. Just the old, old story. Of light and shade. Love, like tho opal tender. Like it, maybe to vary, Maybe to fade, Just the old, tender story. Just a glimpse of morning glory, In an earthly paradise. With shadowy rejections. In a pair of sweet brown eyes. Brown eyes a man might well He proud to win I Open, to hold his image, Shut under silken lashes. Only to shut him in. O, glad eyes look together. For life's dark stormy weather, Grows to a fairer thing. When young eyes look upon it, Through a slender wedding ring. Temple Bar. THE FACTORY BELLE. "So that is the factory belle, is it?" said Mr. Payson, the new foreman of the Mellendale Works. "Well, 1 must confess that she has rather an attractive face, with her large hazel eyes and that profusion of red-brown hair, although her nose is not quite Grecian, and then, too, the lines of her mouth are just a trifle out ef drawing." v "Humph!" said old Solomon Gilsey, the engineer. "She's been made so much of, Kitty Kelsey has, until she's just spoiled. "And " But here Kitty Kelsey herself came saucily up to the foreman's desk. "Mr. Payson," said she, tossing back the cloud of red-gold hair that hung over her dimpled face, "for I suppose you are Mr. Payson." "At your service," said the young man with commendable gravity. "My machine does not suit me at all, and I wish you would change it for another.""Doesn't suit you?" he repeated, quite slowly. "No, sir," replied Miss Kitty, as she straightened out the bow of ribbon at her belt. "Is it the custom to change machines at the beck and call of every dissatisfied damsel?" he asked, still without a change of countenance. "Sly machine is always changed whenever I ask for it," said Kitty Kelsey, nonchalantly. "Suppose you try and make it do," said Mr. Pavson. "I dare say the turn of a screw here, or the alteration of a tension there will make it all right. Johnson, ' to the packer, "bring me that list of the boxes that are to be sent off this morning." Miss Kelsey stood in indignant sur-' prise at this politely-cavalier treatment. She the spoiled beauty, the petted favorite of the whole establishment, whose every whim had been humored, whose caprices indulged, to be told to try to make things do! "You will not change it?" said she. coloring very red. "It is quite contrary to my rules,' said Mr. Pavson. firmlv. "That's rie-ht. Johnson. Now I will look over the list with vou. Miss Kitty went back to her seat in a genuine passion. It was Anson Payson' s first day in the Mellendale factory, and of course it proved rather a fatiguing one. The morning, bleak and cloudy, had settled down into a good, old-fashioned snow storm before afternoon, and when at last the throb of the engines had ceased, the whiz of the numberless ma chines was still, and the flock of girls had disappeared one by one; Mr. Pay son locked his desk, pocketed the keys and also sallied forth into the snowy twilight ot the iNovember night. But unaccustomed as he was to the Mellendale roads and their windings, he soon became disagreeably aware that he had missed his way "They told me to turn off at an old stone mill," he pondered, "but 1 have seen no stone mill: nor any fingei'-post. I do believe." standing still and trying to peer through the wilderness of flying snowflakes, "that I am des tined to be a modern 'Babe in the Woods.' And the worst of it all is that there are such a number of awkward precipices along the edge of this woody road, where one might walk oft in this half-light and never know how he came to his end. Stay! luckily there is a red light gleaming through the darkness It must come from some farm house window, ana l am saved from my doom. But as Anson Payson knocked at the door of the little one-story dwelling he felt that he was very weary, with hands and feet numbed by the biting blast, and garments wet through by the damp ana penetrating snow. J. he opening or the door revealed a cheerful little interior, which would have been no discredit to the pencil of a Dutch artist a blaze of spine logs on the hearth, a candle burning in its brass sconce, a red and blue rag carpet upon the floor, a round cherry table set out for supper, and a huge gray cat purring cosily upon the hearthstone. A tall white haired man opened the door to him and welcomed him after a cheery fashion, "Come in, stranger, come in," said the oia gentleman. "Well, 1 declare, you've got wet, ain't you? Step right up to the lire. Here's a seat. I don't seem to recognize ye not jest by sight though I've lived forty-odd years hereabouts. I ou are "I am Mr. Payson of the Mellendale Works, " interrupted our hero, with a sigh of satisfaction as he expanded his chilled hands towards the delicious warmth of the blaze and felt the subtle influence of the generous firelight per meating his whole frame. 1 Do tell! " said the oia man, who had paid and the interest on the mortgage, and " At this stage of his remarks, the voice of Mr. Payson' s host became inaudible, by reason of his slow descent down the cellar, with the brass candlestick still In his hand; and the new foreman was alone with the purring gray cat and the red shine of the flames, and the deep shadows in every portion of the room. "Well, grandfather, did you think 1 was never coming?" The door had opened suddenly and admitted a gust of frozen air, a crowd of flying snowflakes and a girl all muffled up in hoods and shawls. "1 stopped atMollie Dean's for a pattern," said she, "and of course we had to talk a little. O, grandfather," with a merry laugh, as she sat down on the floor to pull off her rubber shoes, "I've seen the new foreman, and he's as handsome as a picture, and as cross as two sticks. Hateful follow! Only think ot him refusing to change my machine for me! Mollie and 1 have concocted a royal plan. I'm going to bewitch him, and wind him around my linger, and make him fall desperately in love with me, and then I shall refuse to marry him haughtily, and Why, who is that?" ' She sprang to her feet with a little cry ot terror, for while Mr. Payson had sat bewildered in the vague shadows by the fireside, and she had rattled on, old Moses. Kelsey had finished his errand in the cellar, and now came slowly up the stairway, the candle light shining in front of him like a beacon. 'There she is now," saidhe; "mv lit tle Kitty. Well, my gal, supper's most ready, and here's a good chance to scrape acquaintance with the new fore man. He got lost in the snow, and But Mr. Payson rose and laughingly offered his hand to Kitty Kelsey, who now stood as if paralyzed in the middle of the floor. "Pray forgive my backsliding, Miss Kelsey," he said. "I'm sorry if I really was as 'cross as two sticks.1 As the little children say, 'I won't do it again.' And 1 am quite roady tor you and your friend to commence the bewitching process. I dare say I shall find it very agreeable." Kittv Kelsey could not help laughing, in spite of herself. Well, 1 suppose it s lust about as well to make the best of it," said she, "and we will proclaim an honorable truce for the present, Mr. Payson." . Kitty was charming all the evening full of vivacious spirit and arch chat ter; but Air. Payson did not know that she cried herself to sleep that night with the bitterest tears she had ever shed. "What must he think of me?" said the factory belle to herself. "How did I ever, ever come to make such a dreadful blunder?" While Mr. Payson was saying over and oyer to himself, as he drifted into dreamland: "She is the most charming girl i ever met in my life." And, at the year s end, Kitty Kelsey left the Mellendale Works to marry its foreman and keep house in a picturesque little stone cottage upon the edge of the ravine. 'Didn't I tell you I'd doit?" said Kitty, saucily. You said you would refuse me haughtily," said he. "U. laughed .rutty, "i concluded l would change my mind upon that point. But all the rest has come true now, hasn't it?" And Anson Payson smilingly con fessed that it had. The Terrible Year at Hand. Compressed Air Experiments. A few months ago we gave a brief account of experiments made at Philadelphia with locomotives driven bj compressed air. Similar experiments have been tried on tramways in the neighborhood of Paris; but in neithei case was the desired success achieved. The question, however, was not likely to be given up; for the advantage oi compressed air over steam is -great from the economical as well as the practical point of view. Colonel Beaumont, of the Royal Arsenal, Woolwich, has for some time worked thereat, and trials of his air engine have been made with satisfactory results. It weighs ten tons, has a reservoir 4n which one hundred cubic feet of air can be compressed to one thousand pounds on the square inch; and thus charged it traveled from the Arsenal to Dartford and back, about thirty miles, in sixty-three minutes. The machinery and the wheels work in comparative silence; there is none of that noisy hiss and roar which accompanies the use of steam. Colonel Beaumont has overcome some ot the dilhcuIUes which beset former inventors, by placing three cylinders of graduated size on each side of his engine, and by applying warmth to counteract the cold produced in the expansion of compressed air. At present it will draw a load of sixteen tons, and is to be exployed in the work of the Arsenal; and there is reason to believe that similar machinery is to be tried for propelling the torpedo boats. With a larger engine heavier loads could be drawn; underground railways would then no longer be made stifling by the sulphurous smoke from steam locomotives, and horses would no longer be required on tramways. it is known that attempts have been made to propel vessels on rivers by ejecting a horizontal column of water from the stern. This column, by strik ing against the surrounding water, sup plied the propelling power; but it was not sufficient. Mr. Reathorn claims to have got over the difficulty by showinj that "the force exerted by one flui pouring into or against another depends on the contact of the surfaces, and not on the sectional area of the flowing mass, after the flowing mass be once set in motion." Instead, therefore, oi tubes with large orifice, he makes use of tubes with narrow outlet, a mere slit, and thus obtains a large superficial contact, by ejecting water through s series of narrow openings. Chambers' Journal. -Robert Millhouse was torn in Not- by this time swung a huge iron tea-ket- tingham, England, in 1788, was put tc tie to a crane over the fire. " I've got a grand-daughter who runs a machine there, bo you re the new foreman r xe board at bquire Ames , don tyer Well, you're a good two mile out of your way, sir. I ou d ought to took the lust right- hand road by John Middlebrook's stone mill and then the fust left-hand one, runnin' whar the Widom Fitch's tavern is. But you're kindly welcome to stay here all night, stranger, and mv little gal she'll show you the way in the mornin'. She was wonderin' what the new foreman was like and now she'll get a good look at ye. Jest set down in the big chair, stranger, and make yerself comfortable, while 1 go down in the cellar after a pot of apple sass. My little gal. she conies home pretty tired of a night and I like to save her all the steps I can. She's workin' dreadful hard for a new cashmere gown for Thanksgiyin'; and when the taxes is work at the age ot six, at ten was placed in a stocking frame, and learned to read in a Sunday-school. Nevertheless, when working at his loom he wrote poetry in a style so classical that Southey promoted him out of the rank of "uneducated poets," and Sir John Bowring and the Howitts were his true friends. A collection of his songs and sonnets has just been published by Mr. Briscoe, of the Nottingham Free Library, together with an account of his life. Professor Von Langenbeck, the celebrated German surgeon, saved the life of the Emperor whan wounded by an assassin and is consequently adored by the Berliese. He attained his seventieth year the otherday, and was overwhelmed by telegrams and addresses of congratulation from all parts of the Empire, and by decorations from foreign sovereigns. The world to an end shall come In eighteen hundred and eighty-one. Mother Shipton's Prophecy. It would be difficult to describe all the sinister predictions that have, as by common consent, been concentrated upon the coming year. The soothsayers, diviners, oracle makers, astrologers and wizards seem to have combined to cast their spell upon it. Superstitious people of every sort, and some who are not willing to admit that they are superstitious, regard the year 1881 with more or less anxious expectation and dread. As the earth, on New Year's Day, swings out into another round about the sun, it will go to meet a host of evil omens. It will go cursed by theomancy and bibliomancy. Aeromancy andnieteoro-mancy will glare at it from comets and shooting stars. Oneiromancy will intercept its path with visions of evil, and nomancy will shake the ominous,backward-reading numerals " 1881" before it. It will te beset with scarcscrow figures by arithmancy, and with menacing phrases by stichomancy. Yet there is no reason why persons of good digestion should not go to sleep on New Year's night confident that, after having encountered the average quantity of storm and sunshine, the one-horse ball that we call the world will bring them safe through the perils of itsfive-hundred-million-mile flight round to the starting point again. Timid persons first began to look for ward with some alarm to the year that is about to open, when, several years ago, the key to the so-called prophetic symbolism of the Great Pyramid of Egypt was made public, backed by the name and reputation ot the British as tronomer, Piazzi bmyth. Others, using Mr. Smvth's observations and measure ments, have gone much further than he did in drawing startling inferences; but no one can read his book without perceiving how powerfully it must affect those who have the slightest leaning toward superstition or credulity. Besides, this record of explorations and experiences in the heart ot .hgypt s greatest marvel has all the charm and interest of Dr. Schliemann's descriptions of his dis coveries in Homer's Troy. Such a book could not well be neglected by the world of readers; and by the nature ot the human mind, many of its readers were sure to be imbued with its ominous dogmas. So the belief, or at least the suspicion, spread that the secret chambers of the Great Pyramid, under Divine guidance by the most mystical character in all history, Melchisedek, King of Salem, foretell, among other things, that the Christian era will end in 1881. Mother Shipton's so-called prophecy fixes upon the same date for the end of the world. The ominous jingle of her rhymes has probably done at least as much to disturb the equanimity of credulous persons as the more elaborate vaticinations of the pyramid interpreters. Moreover, Mother Shipton is represented as foretelling that in the latter days England will " accept a Jew." As England has, with considerable emphasis and more than once, accepted the remarkable son of old Isaac Disraeli for her Prime Minister, this has been taken as a fulfilment of the prophecy. So Lord Beaconsfield's dramatic personality is made a principal figure in the murky cloud of evil prophecy that hangs over 1881. As if the evil eye of Mother Shipton and the mystical menace of the Great P3'ramid were not enough for one poor twelvemonth to bear, the "horrors of the perihelia" have been denounced upon the coming year. About two years ago certain pamphlets were circulated about the country, purporting to be written by men of science, and predicting that awful consequences to mankind would result from all the great planets reaching their perihelia, or nearest points to the sun, together. According to these prophets the sinister effects of the perihelia were to begin making their appearance this fall, when Jupiter passed his perihelion, and next year the scythe of death was to be put to the harvest m the tar east, and to sweep westward with a swathe as broad as the continents, until it reached the Pacific Ocean. The narrow Atlantic was to be no more than a brooklet in the path of this terrible harvester. Plagues, famines, pestilences, fire, earthquakes, floods and tornadoes were to scourge the human race until only a few remained, like Noah and his family, to repeople the earth with a sturdier and more God-fearing race. So much alarm was caused by this hocus-pocus of pretended science and prophecy, that some real men of science Mr. Proctor among others were at the pains to show that so far as these predictions professed to rest upon scientific tacts they were baseless. Ihe great planets will not all be in perihelion in 1881, and they will not all be in perihelion together at any time. It is true that several of the chief planets will reach their perihelia within a few years, and that it is rare for them to be grouped so close, together as they will be at one time next year. It is also true that remarkable coincidences have been observed between the existence of great storms on the sun, that produce electrical disturbances and possibly meteorological changes upon the earth, and the presence of Jupiter near his perihelion. Astronomers have also suspected that the influence of some of the other great planets upon the earth can be perceived, but they have never discovered any reason to believe that the combined forces of all the planets could, under any circumstances, produce upon the earth a thousandth part of the evil effect ascribed to them by the astrologers, if indeed they produced any evil ellect whatever. Still the astrological almanacs for next year are repeating substantially the same predictions of evil things to begin, if not to culminate, in 1881. Because, as they say, the ravages of the Black Death in the middle ages fol lowed the nearly coincident perihelia of lour great planets, they predict simi lar consequences from the configuration of the planets now. But neither in their premises nor their inferences does science recognize any validity. In truth, however, the astrologers, not less than the astronomers and all star gazers, will have plenty of phe nomena in the heavens to occupy their attention tor the next twetve months The sky will not present such brilliant pageants again this century. There will be a remarkable series of conjunctions, and double and tripple conjunctions. The most interesting of these is the great twenty-year conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn in April. This conjunction is one of the strongholds ot the astrolo gers. As it occurs in the sign Taurus, which they say rules Turkey and Ire land, they feel safe, on account of recent occurrences, in predicting very mo mentous effects in those countries from the conjunction. There will also be conjunctions of Jupiter and Mars, Venus and Jupiter, Saturn and Venus, and the far-away giants Uranus and Neptune will play a part in this remarkable plane tary levee. Venus will reach her greatest bright ness in the spring, and will be so brilliant as to be visible at noonday. Her delicate crescent will be a favorite ob ject in the amateur astronomer's tele scope. Saturn will open still wider its wonderful rings and will be one of the chief attractions of the evening sky for several months. Jupiter will not lose much of his present brilliancy before he becomes a morning star in April. Mars will begin to brighten in the latter part of the year, and then, his snowy poles and shadowy continents will again become the admiration of those who gaze through telescopes. In short, there will be no end of attractions in the starry heavens, and all the prognostications of the soothsayers will not be able to darken the sky of 1881. N. Y. Sun, Dec. 22. Mechanism of the Brain. We are not left to the unaided study of our mental processes for proof that the human brain is a mechanism. In the laboratory of Professor Goltz, in Stras burg, I saw a terrier from which he had removed, by repeated experiments, all the surface of the brain, thereby reducing the animal to a simple automaton. Looked at while lying in his stall he seemed at first in no wise different from other dogs; he took food when offered to him, was fat, sleek and very quiet. When I approached him he took no notice of me, but when the assistant caught him by the tail he instantly became the embodiment of fury. He had not sufficient perceptive power to recognize the point of assault, so that his keeper, standing behind him, was not in danger. With flashing eyes and hair all erect the dog howled and barked furiously, incessantly snapping and biting, first on this side and then on that, tearing with his forelegs and in everyway manifesting rage. When his tail was dropped by the attendant and his head touched, the storm at once subsided, the fury was turned into calm, and the animal, a few seconds before so rageful, was pur ring like a cat and stretching out its head for carresses. This curious process could be repeated indefinitely. Take hold of his tail, and instantly the storm broke out afresh; pat his head and all was tenderness. It was possible to play at will with the passions of the animal by the slightest touches. During the Franco-German contest a French soldier was struck in the head with a bullet and left on the field for dead, but subsequently showed sufficient life to cause him to be carried to the hospital, where he finally recovered his general health, but remained in a mental state very similar to that of Professor Goltz' s dog. As he walked about the rooms and corridors of the Soldiers' Home in Paris, he appeared to the stranger like an ordinary man, unless it were in his apathetic manner. When his comrades were called to the dinner table he followed, sat down with them, and, the food being placed upon his plate and a knife and fork in his hands, would commence to eat. That this was not done in obedience to thought or knowledge was shown by the fact that his dinner could be at once interrupted by awakening a new train of feeling by a new external impulse. Put a crooked stick resembling a gun into his hand, and at once the man was seized with a rage comparable to that produced in the Strasburg dog by taking hold of his tail. The fury of conflict was on him; with a loud yell he would recommence the skirmish in which he had been wounded, and, crying to his comrades, would make a rush at the supposed assailant. Take the stick out of his hand and at once his apathy would settle upon him; give him a knife and fork, and, whether at the table or elsewhere, he would make the motions of eating; hand him a spade, and he would begin to dig. It is plain that the impulse produced by seeing his comrades move to the "dining room started the chain of automatic movements which resulted in his seating himself at the table. The weapon called into new life the well-known acts of the battle field. The spade brought back the day when, innocent of blood, he cultivated the vineyards of sunny France. In both the dog and the man just spoken of the control of the will over the emotions and mental acts was evidently lost, and the mental functions were performed only in obedience to impulses from without; i. e., were automatic. The human brain is a complex and very delicate mechanism, so uniform in its actions, so marvelous in its creation, that it is able to measure the rapidity of its own processes. There are scarcely two brains which work exactly with the same rapidity and ease. One man thinks faster than another man for reasons as purely physical as those which give to one "man a faster gait than that of another. Dr. H. C. Wood, in LijipincoW s Magazine. The Electric Light. The various exhibitions of the elec tric light, coupled with the recent forming of new companies, have all a special significance in one direction. lhey almost all ot them represent more or less different applications of electricity to produce light, and they register results obtained Dy different investi gators along divergent lines of inquiry and invention. But taken together they show that the primal and funda mental difficulties have been overcome. The light has been discovered, has been subdivided and can be registered. With these points gained, and with several sets of skilled inventors working away each at his own branch, who will dare to deny that ere long the new light will be perfected, and its position established firmly, if not as a successful rival of gas at least as an active com petitor t JSew loric evening rose. Senator Wallace's Discovery. The Democratic party has a mission. We wouldn't have believed it if we were not so assured by Senator William A. Wallace, who has made this remarkable discovery, and announces it through the columns of the North American He-view at $20 a page. What does a cruel world fancy the mission of the Democratic party to be? Perhaps a million guesses might be made without hitting' it. We can easily imagine how some might guess its mission to be to make the Korth solidly Republican, to keep the South in an uproar, to defeat the operation of the Constitutional amendments, to keep John Kelly at the head of Tammany, to pass resolutions extolling the virtues of Tilden, to elect Myers, of Indiana, to Congress, to give Carter Harrison something to talk about, to make the yellow fever seem a comparatively trivial infliction, and so on ad infinitum and ad nauseum: but no sane man would ever hit upon the truth, according to Wallace, unless aided by spiritual agency. The mission of the Democratic party, as we are told by Mr. Wallace, is to save suffrage from being "debased" and "corrupted," and to "restore the Government of the Republic to the rule of the masses of the people." That's what Wallace says, and, though we may shut one eye and wink at that distinguished gentleman, and, figuratively speaking, poke him in the ribs and say, "Go away, you bad man, you're joking with us," Wallace main tains his serious aspect and looks for all the world as if he didn't know he was absurd. Why, bless the Senatorial soul of William Wallace! there wouldn't be any Democratic party if suffrage were not "debased'' and was not "corrupted" and tampered with! A dot on the political chart that might often be mistaken for a fly speck would be the body, breeches, and brains of Democracy if suffrage were as free and un-trameled as William Wallace would make ii Mr. Wallace occupies tho anomalous position of preaching Republicanism and voting Democracy. He is a political exhorter, who cries, "Swear not at all," and then goes out and damns the whole continent. He is a veterinary surgeon who descants upon the deadly nature of the glanders, and goes about inoculating the whole equine creation with the disease. " Save those people from going over the rapids," screamed a noble-hearted philanthropist, "and particularly save the man with the red head. He owes me a dollar." " Save the glorious ship of state," roars Wallace, "and especially the men in the stern of the boat, who are boring holes in the bottom and hurrah ing for me. It is all wrong in Mr. Wallace to write a humorous essay and attempt to palm it off as a kind of modern psalm. With tissue ballots and the " countiug out' process in the South, and Phi.p's Chinese letter and Barnum's mules in the North all so fresh in our memories, Mr. Wallace can hardly expect us to accept his essay seriously. VY e know he must be giggling merrily in front, in spite of the solemnity of that portion of his anatomy exposed to us, and to which he so ungraciously calls public attention in his article. ChicagoInter-Ocean. A Parade of Virtue. In the course of the debate on the resolutions concerning the Electoral count, in the House, the other day, Representative Whitthorne, of Tennessee, declared that he believed Mr. Garfield lawfully chosen President of the United States, and that he (Whitthorne) for one would see to it that he was inaugurated. This is certainly very handsome of Mr. Whitthorne, and we do not doubt that he was surprised and disappointed that the official report of his speeoh was not duly punctuated with "applause on the Republican side ot the Chamber." Mr. W hitthorne's mao-- A Helping Hand. Every man's Nemean Lion lies in wait for him somewhere Raskin. Triplet Maxims. -think, live and Three things to do act. Three things to govern your temper, tongue and conduct. Three things to cherish virtue, goodness and wisdom. Three things to love courage, gentleness and affection. Three things to contend for honor, country and friends. Three things to hate cruelty, arrogance and ingratitude. Three things to teach truth, industry and contentment. Three things to admire intellect, dignity and gracefulness. Three things to like cordiality, goodness and cheerfulness. Three things to delight in beauty, frankness ana freedom. Three things to avoid idleness, loquacity and flippant jesting. Three things to wish for health, friends and a contented spirit. Three things to cultivate good book?, good friends, good humor. There is nothing more chilling U an ardent lover than the Beautiful's No. His Soul Is Marching On. The talent of the average Bourbon Democrat for blundering was never more conspicuously illustrated than it was in the open attack made in the Senate by Senator Vest, of Missouri, on the memory of " Old John Brown," the hero of Harper's Ferry. Senator Vest is a Democrat of small stature, but large capacity for hating. He was molded in a small pattern, has revolved in a narrow sphere, and mistakes his malignity for genius. He served in the Confederate Congress for two or three years, and on that bloodless field alone won his title of "Colonel," as well as his right to abuse Old John Brown But perhaps we should admit that he draws his latter rijlit from a higher source the indefeasible right of a Bour bon Democrat to make a fool of himself. The question before the Senate was that of appropriating a sum of money to pay the Clerk of the Territorial Legislature of Kansas, in 1855, for compil ing the slave code enacted by a Demo cratic Legislature. The laws never became the law of the State, and were publicly burned after the State was admitted to the Union. Senator Cock- rell urged the allowance of the claim. Senator Ingalis. of Kansas, opposed it and explained its true character, ben ator Vest jumped into the discussion, and, according to the Associated Press report, said: "He did not propose to revive the questions of that terrible period, slavery was dead, and he had no wish to bring it to life. But he could not refrain, sine j the subject had bi-en brought up. from saving that violence begat violence, and outrage provoked outrage. The people sent out by l'lyui.mth Church, and other pillars of God anil morality, headed by that old scoundrel, John Brown, who afterwards justly exuiated his crimes on the scaffold at Harper's Ferry, were responsible for much of tne violence of that unfortunate time." It is rather late in the day for Sena tor V est, of Missouri, to be attacking the memory of John Brown. If the name of benator V est has ever been identified or connected with any Na tional, patriotic, humanitarian or phi lanthropic movement, we are not aware of the fact. Born and bred under slaverv influences, he has never been other than a defender of that institu tion and its logical sequences. It fol lows, of course, that he took part in the rebellion against the Government. Relieved of his political disabilities, he has, by the grace of the Bourbon Democracy of Missouri, found a seat in the United States Senate, where he makes use of his position to attack John Brown. Who was John Brown? A man whose shoe-latchets Senator Vest was never worthy to unloose; a man who grasped the problems of a century and the interests of posterity. In the quiet of private life he absorbed the doctrines of a statesman and the ideas of a phi lanthropist. A born patriot, he became a developed hero. State lines and State laws, fused in the crucible of his great soul, left nothing but human rights, and to this idea he devoted himself and sacrificed his life. Subiected to the blazing light of his rugged intellect, slavery was simply the sum of human villainies, the aggregation ot human wrongs, and as such he attacked it Attacking it he died, a victim of an accursed system of laws, a hero of all time. John Brown's soul is marching on. His work is done. His name has been echoed in a thousand battle-songs, and will be repeated with reverence when that of Senator Vest shall have been forgotten. In view of the facts, how puerile and contemptible appears the attack of the beetle-eyed little Sen ator from Missouri upon tho memory of the hero of Harper's Ferry. Indian- the Chamber." Mr. W hitthorne's mag nanimous attitude, we are glad to say, is that of many other prominent Democrats. Senator Wade Hampton, it is well known, has boldly proclaimed his belief in Garfield's honest and legal election. This declaration, coming from a man who is usually disposed to try the effect of a rifle club before yielding any political point, was greeted by the entire Democratic press with shouts of acclamation. Senator Hill, of Georgia, also took occasion, after much cogitation, to express sentiments simi lar to those so magnanimously avowed by the two gentlemen just named. And the same concession has been gracious ly made by a great many leading Dem ocrats in and out of Congress. Whatever may be true of the rank and file of the Democratic, party, the leaders and their newspaper organs are inviting applause tor their magnanimity in conceding that Garfield is elected President of the United States. We are caned on to admire and reverence the noble disinterestedness with which the Democracy admit an incontioverti- ble fact. "Look at us," they seem to say, "look at us and behold a party that will not steal anything out of its reach." We are expected to be filled with admiration for the Spartan virtue of a party that has never before had even a semblance of morality to parade belore the world. It is as it a burglar, finding that bank locks defied his skill, should attitudinize as an honest fellow who would not break into a bank under any circumstances whatever. The re turns from the States to the President of the United States Senate will show that Garfield and Arthur have 214 Elec toral votes, and Hancock and English have loo votes, which is a clear major ity of 59 in favor of the two Republican candidates. And contemplating this solemn fact, Mr. Whitthorne and his political associates admit that Gartield is elected; and then they demand that we shall show proper gratitude for their magnanimity, and respect for their heroin virtue. This affectation of superior political morality is a survival from the late fraud campaign." Having half-per suaded themselves that Tilden was cheated in the Electoral count of 1876, the Democrats have harped on that single string for four years. It seems impossible for them to give up the old, old cry of "fraud," and when all else has failed they have fallen back upon this issue as if it were a real thing. Not only so, but Democrats who are free talkers have openly said that they would practice on the Republicans the same trick which, as they alleged, was played on the Democrats in Tilden' s time. bo thoroughly imbued were they with a sense of the wrongs which they pretended had been perpetrated upon them that they argued in the Maine case that Gracelon and his gang were justified in counting out a Republi can majority, "because the Republicans had done the same thing in Louisiana. This is precisely the kind of morality which may be expected of a political party that thinks to extort the admiration of the world for its refusal to lay claim to the Presidency with a majority of 59 to overcome in the Electoral College. Having repeatedly threatened to snatch the Presidency as soon as there Wfis the slightest chance to do it. the Democracy makes a virtue of necessity, ana looks around for ap plause. lhe insolent assumption of fairness with which some of the Democratic leaders appeal to the country for ap proval is more intolerable when we con sider the gross frauds which have secured Democratic majorities in many of the States counted for Hancock. It is very handsome in Senators from the Southern States to plume themselves on their magnanimity in conceding the election of a man whose defeat they endeavored to compass by every specie3 of crime against the ballot. Leaving out of the case the Democratic forgery by which Hewitt, Barnum, and- their gang of perjurers succeeded in mislead ing the voters ot two or three btates which were otherwise sure for the Re publicans, the record of the Democratic party in the canvass of 1880 is infamous for the frauds committed in the bouth- ern States in the interest of the Demo cratic candidates. It was even pro posed, in the first pangs of their disap pointment, by leading; Democrats, that the vote of the great btate of New York should be thrown out of the Electoral count, on some flimsy pretext of fraud or intimidation. This madness lasted for a day or two, and then, with prodigious clamor, the baffled conspirators paraded as paragons of virtue, claiming cheers from the people for saying an undisputed thing in such a solemn way. Because they denied the legal election of a Republican President four years since, they seem to think that they really ought to fly in the face of indis putable facts lor evermore. a. x. Times. There was a small crowd of boys and men congregated upon an up-town cor ner the other morning and the occasion of it was a horse fallen in the harness a respectable-looking horse drawing a respectable-looking milk wagon, and driven by a boy, who now tugged at his head, vainly urging him to rise. Jerk him up," called a man on the sidewalk with both hands in his pockets. " Give him the whip!" Each one shouted out. some advice. but no one volunteered to assist the boy, who was just far enough away from his childhood to feel like having a good cry; but he coaxed and pulled at the'horse that now lay quite still, and, with horse sense did not try to move on the slippery ice, but stretched his neck out in a way that brought despair to the heart of the boy, who believed he was going to die on his hands. Just then a man came walking brisk ly along and saw the prostrate horse. and the disconsolate-looking ooy; ne carried a heavy piece of machinery in one hand but this he laid aside as he stepped out to the horse and began to take oil the harness, in a moment ne had run the shafts back and left the horse free. Then he took the bridle rein, gave a quick, sharp chirrup and the animal sprung to his feet and gave himself a great shake; the man helped the boy reharness him, the two exchanged a smile of thanks and welcome, and then the man picked up his machinery and walked cheerfully off one way, as the boy drove on another. He had slain the Nemean lion to begin his day and we may well believe that when evening came he would be one of those who can sing: ' Something accomplished, something' done Has earned a night's repose. An eld colored woman stopped at a corner of one of the most fashionable thoroughfares the other afternoon, just before nightfall, : and looked disconsolately up and down the street; then she appealed to a beautiful girl in a Raphael hat and with eyes like some pictured saint who tripped along in rich and costly attire: " Please, miss, mought this be Anthony Street, deary," but only a look from the beautiful eyes was vouchsafed her. Then came some fair and prosperous matrons, all laughing and chattering over their Christmas purchases. The old aunty, with her withered face stood in the way. ' 'Please, honeys, will ye direct me to Anthony Street? Ise done got lost." We never heard of such a street," they said, and went laughing on. It was a weary professor going home from instrumental lesson-giving, with the merest breath of life left in him, who stopped and said: " You mean Antoine Street, Aunty," and he turned her in the right direction, and saw that she followed it. And so he had slain his Nemean lion before he slept. 1 or the dithculty of moment in the path of everybody, is the small, homely, unheroic duty, which is so unbeautiful we will not see it, and has so little grandeur with which to invest us when we nave periormea it. vv no oi us cares to be seen assisting an old', woman with an overburden of unwashed clothes, or a blind man groping behind a wheelbarrow. The fear of ridicule is stronger than the creed of ages. Detroit Free Press, PUXGENT PARAGRAPHS. " Usually through by daylight" sleep. Some one says kisses sweeten a farewell. He fares well who gets them. The man who knows you well may forget all about you when you are sick. The bravest woman in the world pales after tackling a powder puff. The only value of the lamps in railroad cars is to make darkness visible. Even dumb animals exhibit attachment. The horse is always attached to the vehicle which he draws. Of a miserly man somebody wrote: " His head gave way, but his hand never did. His brain softened, but his heart couldn't." A man out in Nebraska died the other day while blowing his nose. It was a fatal blow. New York Commercial Advertiser. - The old gentleman of sixty who was taken in by the confidence game had evidently arrived at a " green old age." Boston Commercial Bulletin. "lama man of few words," said Prendergast. "True enough," replied Fogg " true enough; but you nevei tire of repeating them." The young girl of the period is generally pert with the other sex until she is married and then she becomes ex-pert. Boston Commercial Bulletin. . When a Deadwood man rises up in a gin mill and says the whole crowd present are liars they call him an imprudent man. He generally has a hangup funeral, too. The Philadelphia Chronicle-Herald desires to call Mr. Berg's attention to the fact that thousands of little snowbirds are appearing without overshoes this winter. Plantation Conjurers. Among the many superstitions of plantation negroes none are so strongly marked and deeply rooted as their universal belief in the power of "tricking" or conjuring a faith brought with them to this country, and, in spite of all changes and vicissitudes, clinging to them as strongly to-day as when they roamed their native wilds across the sea. I venture the assertion that there is not a single neighborhood in the whole South in which there does not live at least one darkey who is recognized by his neighbors as having the gift of putting "spells" on anyone so unlortunate as to incur his enmity. The regular conjurer is always old, and of strange, "curous" ways, and full of eccentricities sometimes a gruff,wizard-like old man and sometimes a withered old crone. The power, is never attributed to a young or a stout negro. Some of these "conjerers" are proud of the distinction gained and the awe inspired by their mysterious ways, and they love to perform every absurdity, with a pretended air of secrecy, in order to excite curiosity and give color to their claims as conjurers. They go around mumbling to themselves, tying up rags and gathering up snake skins, dog hair, bent pins, rusty nails, red pepper, locks of hair, pieces of mule hoof, scraps of red flannel and pieces of copperas, and all sorts of things supposed to possess "charm" powers. They then catch frogs, lizards, scorpions, ants, snakes and "ground puppies," and put them while alive in ovens and bake until nothing is left but ashes, which are carefully bottled for future use. This is all done with au air of mystery, and with ominous head-shakings, that strike terror to the hearts of the timid. If these ashes are slyly given to an enemy in anything he Loye and Friendship. One of the most perilous mistakes made by a woman is to misinterpret the polite attentions ot the men who sur- rr..irrl At tYto nut-apt ckf hp.r na.rp.fir she is apt to regard every male friend may eat or drink, or even sprinkled on as a probable lover. What can surpass the absurdity, the chagrin, the mortm-cation, the heart-sickness and heart-soreness of a woman who has buoyed herself upon the hope that advances are being made to her, when in truth the supposed suitor has no serious intentions at all? What are advances. and when are men making them? " A course of small, quiet attentions," says Sterne, " not so pointed as to alarm, nor so vague as to be misunderstood. with now and then a look of kindness, and little of nothing said upon it." That is a man's answer to my question; the simplest and most straightforward I can find, after a long; and careful research. And what a depth of cunning and discretion there is in it! The advantages are all on one side; so long as the man does not commit himself in words, he can offer any attention he chooses. If the woman ia on her guard all the better for her; if not, she must suffer the consequences of her credulity. But if the man be really in earnest how is she to know it, when the coun terfeit of love is so cleverly done? A his garments, the cremated reptile "comes alive" in some part of his body, and causes terrible pain and often death. Whenever a negro has any lingering disease or any malady he does not understand, he and all his associates quickly pronounce him "tricked," and all the doctors in the world couldn't reason them out of their belief. Every case of hypochondria I have ever heard of among negroes (and I have known of a great many) belonged to this class they had been " cunjered." One had a scorpion in his leg, another ants and others had snakes and lizards in their arms. As mentioned before, some of these conjurers take much pleasure in the title and in the power it gives them, but it is very few who are willing to bear the odium. I can now recall but two within my own knowledge who were willing to be recognized as possessing the "evil eye." The. gift is usually attributed to some surly, odd looking and unsociable old negro, much against his will, and the more he disclaims sucn po were and refuses the "greatness thrust maiden friend of mine, who has been Upon him," the more he is feared. How WUUClt eleven L11UCS, auu ftiivYO a deal about it, assures me that the only POLITICAL BREVITIES. jjQyThe day of ballot-box juggling is rapidly passing away. BQT'Polilics are dull, but the country is happy, it was ever thus. JSi-g-This is a great country and it has produced a good manv great things; but the product which comes nearest to being boundless is Democratic stupid ity. JBSaT'The mission of the Democratic party seems to be that of determining how many times a party can stand defeat and still object to a funeral. Mad ison (Bu.) Democrat. JSoj-The Democracy has the satisfaction of knowing that its prospects can not possibly look much blacker than they do at present. The party must strike bottom pretty soon, unless it is in the pit which has no bottom. JSBen Hill lets it be known that if General Gartield is " real good" to the South he will rally a large support in that section. If Ben and his class ex pect to be fed on sugar-plums iu order to persuade them to do right, they will find themselyes mistasen, that is all. Bgf" The South is willing to give General Gartield s Administration a fair trial," says a chorus of Southern editors. Dear brethren, this is kind of vou. but vou have somehow got the thing turned around. General Garfield's Administration will give the South a fair trial that's the way the matter stands. N, Y. Tribune. attentions to be taken notice of, and relied upon, are those that touch the pocket. When your Platonic friend," she says, " begins to oner guts, costiy according to his means, depend upon it the affair has become a business with him as well as with you." The American missionary Judson, possessed a valuable watch, which he bestowed in succession before marriage upon each of his three wives; when he ottered it to the third obiect of his affections, he stated that it had the desirable property of always returning to him, bringing the beloved wearer witn it. ue sure the wise and prudent man would never have parted with his watch, unies3 ne had been firmly persuaded that he was making a good investment, safe to bring him in large and clear returns. When a costly offering is laid upon the shrine, the offerer means worship. A hundred flatteries, innumerable hand-pressures and "kind-looks" are as nothing cor?parea witn one suostanuai present. Love of Home. The affections which bind a man to the place of his birth are essential in his nature, and follow the same law as that which governs every innate feeling. They are implanted in his bosom along with life, and are modified by every circumstance which he encounters from the beginning to the end ol his existence. The sentiment which, in the breast of any one man is an instinctive fondness for the spot where he drew his early breath, becomes, by the progress of mankind and the formation of society, a more enlarged feeling, and expands into the noble passion of patriotism. The love of country, the love of the village where we were born, of the field which we first pressed with out tender footsteps, of the hillock which we first climbed, are the same aftection, only the latter belongs to each of us separately; the first can be known but by men united in masses. It is founded upon every advantage which a nation is supposed to possess and is increased by every improvement which it is supposed to receive. far his own faith in his powers extend is. and always will be, a mystery. Then, -Racy readingNews of the turf. besides the acknowledged conjurers, it is believed that every negro can "trick" his personal enemies. So, between them all, the "professionals," and the "non-professionals," there is an immense amount of conjuring constantly roing on. "Pleasant Riderhood'' in Detroit Free Press. Violin Making. Violin making in its perfection is one of the most difficult of callings. It is apparently nothing more than the adjustment of certain bits of wood, which are planed, tiled, saw-cut, scratched, sand-papered, carved, pegged, glued and varnished; but to give it the soul requires the highest capability of human intelligence. Hands must work in a material which, though easier to cut than metal, can not be kept up to the same degree of precision. Fingers must be subservient to brain. For a guide you must have the fine appreciation of tone quality. If with mechanical dexterity you possess the necessary fineness of ear," your wooden case will give out the sound of a Guarnerius, a Steiner, or an Amati. The trick of it all is so subtle that he who makes a good violin is no longer a servile imitator! A commonplace instrument may be quite within the scope of a good patternmaker, but a really tine violin, such as a great soloist will accept, one perfect throughout the whole register, one that responds to the least touch of the finger, that makes a pure and unalloyed sound, with the tone quality, whether you just touch it, or rasp it with your bow well, that is nothing less than a chef-d? atuvre. Why, there are only four people to-day in the world who can turn you out such an instrument: Barnel Pliillips. in Harper's Magazine. A ragged old tramp was arrested at Buffalo. When taken to the police station and subjected to the customary search, he resisted furiously. His reason was apparent when .$3,242 in bonds and money was found sewed up in ins clothes. -A knife with 191 blades was lately I sent to the Prince of Wales on his birth. j day.

TJfE REPUISIjICAX. EVERY THURSDAY, CALDWEUj, NOBLE CO,, OHIO. ADYERTISIKG RATES. One column one year $100 09 One-half column one year. . . . 60 CO One-fourth column one year . 25 (10 One-eighth column one year 13 00 Road Notices, (3.00; Attachment Notices, $2.30; Legal advertising at the rate prescribed by law. Local advertisiae ten cent per line for every publication. Obituary Resolutions from Orders and Societies, when they exceed six lines, five cents per line for each additional line of eight words; money to acoompany the resolutions. TEKMS : $1.50 per year, in advance. Address kil letter to W. H. COOLEY, Caldwell. Noble Co.. O. VOL. XXII. CALDWELL, O., THURSDAY, JANUARY 13, 1881. NO. 24. NOBLE COUNTY BUCAN. .ruDjj. " YES." They stood above the world. In a world apart. And she drooped her happy eyes, . And stilled the throbbing pulses Of her happy heart. And the moonlight fell nbove her. Her secret to diaeover. And the moonbeaniB kissed her hair. As though no human lover Had laid his kisses there., "Look up, brown eyes," ho said, " And answer mine. Lift up those silken fringes. That hide a happy light. Almost divine." The jealous moonlitrht drifted To the finder half uplifted. Where shone the opal ring: Where the colors danced and shifted On the pretty, changef ul thing. Just the old, old story. Of light and shade. Love, like tho opal tender. Like it, maybe to vary, Maybe to fade, Just the old, tender story. Just a glimpse of morning glory, In an earthly paradise. With shadowy rejections. In a pair of sweet brown eyes. Brown eyes a man might well He proud to win I Open, to hold his image, Shut under silken lashes. Only to shut him in. O, glad eyes look together. For life's dark stormy weather, Grows to a fairer thing. When young eyes look upon it, Through a slender wedding ring. Temple Bar. THE FACTORY BELLE. "So that is the factory belle, is it?" said Mr. Payson, the new foreman of the Mellendale Works. "Well, 1 must confess that she has rather an attractive face, with her large hazel eyes and that profusion of red-brown hair, although her nose is not quite Grecian, and then, too, the lines of her mouth are just a trifle out ef drawing." v "Humph!" said old Solomon Gilsey, the engineer. "She's been made so much of, Kitty Kelsey has, until she's just spoiled. "And " But here Kitty Kelsey herself came saucily up to the foreman's desk. "Mr. Payson," said she, tossing back the cloud of red-gold hair that hung over her dimpled face, "for I suppose you are Mr. Payson." "At your service," said the young man with commendable gravity. "My machine does not suit me at all, and I wish you would change it for another.""Doesn't suit you?" he repeated, quite slowly. "No, sir," replied Miss Kitty, as she straightened out the bow of ribbon at her belt. "Is it the custom to change machines at the beck and call of every dissatisfied damsel?" he asked, still without a change of countenance. "Sly machine is always changed whenever I ask for it," said Kitty Kelsey, nonchalantly. "Suppose you try and make it do," said Mr. Pavson. "I dare say the turn of a screw here, or the alteration of a tension there will make it all right. Johnson, ' to the packer, "bring me that list of the boxes that are to be sent off this morning." Miss Kelsey stood in indignant sur-' prise at this politely-cavalier treatment. She the spoiled beauty, the petted favorite of the whole establishment, whose every whim had been humored, whose caprices indulged, to be told to try to make things do! "You will not change it?" said she. coloring very red. "It is quite contrary to my rules,' said Mr. Pavson. firmlv. "That's rie-ht. Johnson. Now I will look over the list with vou. Miss Kitty went back to her seat in a genuine passion. It was Anson Payson' s first day in the Mellendale factory, and of course it proved rather a fatiguing one. The morning, bleak and cloudy, had settled down into a good, old-fashioned snow storm before afternoon, and when at last the throb of the engines had ceased, the whiz of the numberless ma chines was still, and the flock of girls had disappeared one by one; Mr. Pay son locked his desk, pocketed the keys and also sallied forth into the snowy twilight ot the iNovember night. But unaccustomed as he was to the Mellendale roads and their windings, he soon became disagreeably aware that he had missed his way "They told me to turn off at an old stone mill," he pondered, "but 1 have seen no stone mill: nor any fingei'-post. I do believe." standing still and trying to peer through the wilderness of flying snowflakes, "that I am des tined to be a modern 'Babe in the Woods.' And the worst of it all is that there are such a number of awkward precipices along the edge of this woody road, where one might walk oft in this half-light and never know how he came to his end. Stay! luckily there is a red light gleaming through the darkness It must come from some farm house window, ana l am saved from my doom. But as Anson Payson knocked at the door of the little one-story dwelling he felt that he was very weary, with hands and feet numbed by the biting blast, and garments wet through by the damp ana penetrating snow. J. he opening or the door revealed a cheerful little interior, which would have been no discredit to the pencil of a Dutch artist a blaze of spine logs on the hearth, a candle burning in its brass sconce, a red and blue rag carpet upon the floor, a round cherry table set out for supper, and a huge gray cat purring cosily upon the hearthstone. A tall white haired man opened the door to him and welcomed him after a cheery fashion, "Come in, stranger, come in," said the oia gentleman. "Well, 1 declare, you've got wet, ain't you? Step right up to the lire. Here's a seat. I don't seem to recognize ye not jest by sight though I've lived forty-odd years hereabouts. I ou are "I am Mr. Payson of the Mellendale Works, " interrupted our hero, with a sigh of satisfaction as he expanded his chilled hands towards the delicious warmth of the blaze and felt the subtle influence of the generous firelight per meating his whole frame. 1 Do tell! " said the oia man, who had paid and the interest on the mortgage, and " At this stage of his remarks, the voice of Mr. Payson' s host became inaudible, by reason of his slow descent down the cellar, with the brass candlestick still In his hand; and the new foreman was alone with the purring gray cat and the red shine of the flames, and the deep shadows in every portion of the room. "Well, grandfather, did you think 1 was never coming?" The door had opened suddenly and admitted a gust of frozen air, a crowd of flying snowflakes and a girl all muffled up in hoods and shawls. "1 stopped atMollie Dean's for a pattern," said she, "and of course we had to talk a little. O, grandfather," with a merry laugh, as she sat down on the floor to pull off her rubber shoes, "I've seen the new foreman, and he's as handsome as a picture, and as cross as two sticks. Hateful follow! Only think ot him refusing to change my machine for me! Mollie and 1 have concocted a royal plan. I'm going to bewitch him, and wind him around my linger, and make him fall desperately in love with me, and then I shall refuse to marry him haughtily, and Why, who is that?" ' She sprang to her feet with a little cry ot terror, for while Mr. Payson had sat bewildered in the vague shadows by the fireside, and she had rattled on, old Moses. Kelsey had finished his errand in the cellar, and now came slowly up the stairway, the candle light shining in front of him like a beacon. 'There she is now," saidhe; "mv lit tle Kitty. Well, my gal, supper's most ready, and here's a good chance to scrape acquaintance with the new fore man. He got lost in the snow, and But Mr. Payson rose and laughingly offered his hand to Kitty Kelsey, who now stood as if paralyzed in the middle of the floor. "Pray forgive my backsliding, Miss Kelsey," he said. "I'm sorry if I really was as 'cross as two sticks.1 As the little children say, 'I won't do it again.' And 1 am quite roady tor you and your friend to commence the bewitching process. I dare say I shall find it very agreeable." Kittv Kelsey could not help laughing, in spite of herself. Well, 1 suppose it s lust about as well to make the best of it," said she, "and we will proclaim an honorable truce for the present, Mr. Payson." . Kitty was charming all the evening full of vivacious spirit and arch chat ter; but Air. Payson did not know that she cried herself to sleep that night with the bitterest tears she had ever shed. "What must he think of me?" said the factory belle to herself. "How did I ever, ever come to make such a dreadful blunder?" While Mr. Payson was saying over and oyer to himself, as he drifted into dreamland: "She is the most charming girl i ever met in my life." And, at the year s end, Kitty Kelsey left the Mellendale Works to marry its foreman and keep house in a picturesque little stone cottage upon the edge of the ravine. 'Didn't I tell you I'd doit?" said Kitty, saucily. You said you would refuse me haughtily," said he. "U. laughed .rutty, "i concluded l would change my mind upon that point. But all the rest has come true now, hasn't it?" And Anson Payson smilingly con fessed that it had. The Terrible Year at Hand. Compressed Air Experiments. A few months ago we gave a brief account of experiments made at Philadelphia with locomotives driven bj compressed air. Similar experiments have been tried on tramways in the neighborhood of Paris; but in neithei case was the desired success achieved. The question, however, was not likely to be given up; for the advantage oi compressed air over steam is -great from the economical as well as the practical point of view. Colonel Beaumont, of the Royal Arsenal, Woolwich, has for some time worked thereat, and trials of his air engine have been made with satisfactory results. It weighs ten tons, has a reservoir 4n which one hundred cubic feet of air can be compressed to one thousand pounds on the square inch; and thus charged it traveled from the Arsenal to Dartford and back, about thirty miles, in sixty-three minutes. The machinery and the wheels work in comparative silence; there is none of that noisy hiss and roar which accompanies the use of steam. Colonel Beaumont has overcome some ot the dilhcuIUes which beset former inventors, by placing three cylinders of graduated size on each side of his engine, and by applying warmth to counteract the cold produced in the expansion of compressed air. At present it will draw a load of sixteen tons, and is to be exployed in the work of the Arsenal; and there is reason to believe that similar machinery is to be tried for propelling the torpedo boats. With a larger engine heavier loads could be drawn; underground railways would then no longer be made stifling by the sulphurous smoke from steam locomotives, and horses would no longer be required on tramways. it is known that attempts have been made to propel vessels on rivers by ejecting a horizontal column of water from the stern. This column, by strik ing against the surrounding water, sup plied the propelling power; but it was not sufficient. Mr. Reathorn claims to have got over the difficulty by showinj that "the force exerted by one flui pouring into or against another depends on the contact of the surfaces, and not on the sectional area of the flowing mass, after the flowing mass be once set in motion." Instead, therefore, oi tubes with large orifice, he makes use of tubes with narrow outlet, a mere slit, and thus obtains a large superficial contact, by ejecting water through s series of narrow openings. Chambers' Journal. -Robert Millhouse was torn in Not- by this time swung a huge iron tea-ket- tingham, England, in 1788, was put tc tie to a crane over the fire. " I've got a grand-daughter who runs a machine there, bo you re the new foreman r xe board at bquire Ames , don tyer Well, you're a good two mile out of your way, sir. I ou d ought to took the lust right- hand road by John Middlebrook's stone mill and then the fust left-hand one, runnin' whar the Widom Fitch's tavern is. But you're kindly welcome to stay here all night, stranger, and mv little gal she'll show you the way in the mornin'. She was wonderin' what the new foreman was like and now she'll get a good look at ye. Jest set down in the big chair, stranger, and make yerself comfortable, while 1 go down in the cellar after a pot of apple sass. My little gal. she conies home pretty tired of a night and I like to save her all the steps I can. She's workin' dreadful hard for a new cashmere gown for Thanksgiyin'; and when the taxes is work at the age ot six, at ten was placed in a stocking frame, and learned to read in a Sunday-school. Nevertheless, when working at his loom he wrote poetry in a style so classical that Southey promoted him out of the rank of "uneducated poets," and Sir John Bowring and the Howitts were his true friends. A collection of his songs and sonnets has just been published by Mr. Briscoe, of the Nottingham Free Library, together with an account of his life. Professor Von Langenbeck, the celebrated German surgeon, saved the life of the Emperor whan wounded by an assassin and is consequently adored by the Berliese. He attained his seventieth year the otherday, and was overwhelmed by telegrams and addresses of congratulation from all parts of the Empire, and by decorations from foreign sovereigns. The world to an end shall come In eighteen hundred and eighty-one. Mother Shipton's Prophecy. It would be difficult to describe all the sinister predictions that have, as by common consent, been concentrated upon the coming year. The soothsayers, diviners, oracle makers, astrologers and wizards seem to have combined to cast their spell upon it. Superstitious people of every sort, and some who are not willing to admit that they are superstitious, regard the year 1881 with more or less anxious expectation and dread. As the earth, on New Year's Day, swings out into another round about the sun, it will go to meet a host of evil omens. It will go cursed by theomancy and bibliomancy. Aeromancy andnieteoro-mancy will glare at it from comets and shooting stars. Oneiromancy will intercept its path with visions of evil, and nomancy will shake the ominous,backward-reading numerals " 1881" before it. It will te beset with scarcscrow figures by arithmancy, and with menacing phrases by stichomancy. Yet there is no reason why persons of good digestion should not go to sleep on New Year's night confident that, after having encountered the average quantity of storm and sunshine, the one-horse ball that we call the world will bring them safe through the perils of itsfive-hundred-million-mile flight round to the starting point again. Timid persons first began to look for ward with some alarm to the year that is about to open, when, several years ago, the key to the so-called prophetic symbolism of the Great Pyramid of Egypt was made public, backed by the name and reputation ot the British as tronomer, Piazzi bmyth. Others, using Mr. Smvth's observations and measure ments, have gone much further than he did in drawing startling inferences; but no one can read his book without perceiving how powerfully it must affect those who have the slightest leaning toward superstition or credulity. Besides, this record of explorations and experiences in the heart ot .hgypt s greatest marvel has all the charm and interest of Dr. Schliemann's descriptions of his dis coveries in Homer's Troy. Such a book could not well be neglected by the world of readers; and by the nature ot the human mind, many of its readers were sure to be imbued with its ominous dogmas. So the belief, or at least the suspicion, spread that the secret chambers of the Great Pyramid, under Divine guidance by the most mystical character in all history, Melchisedek, King of Salem, foretell, among other things, that the Christian era will end in 1881. Mother Shipton's so-called prophecy fixes upon the same date for the end of the world. The ominous jingle of her rhymes has probably done at least as much to disturb the equanimity of credulous persons as the more elaborate vaticinations of the pyramid interpreters. Moreover, Mother Shipton is represented as foretelling that in the latter days England will " accept a Jew." As England has, with considerable emphasis and more than once, accepted the remarkable son of old Isaac Disraeli for her Prime Minister, this has been taken as a fulfilment of the prophecy. So Lord Beaconsfield's dramatic personality is made a principal figure in the murky cloud of evil prophecy that hangs over 1881. As if the evil eye of Mother Shipton and the mystical menace of the Great P3'ramid were not enough for one poor twelvemonth to bear, the "horrors of the perihelia" have been denounced upon the coming year. About two years ago certain pamphlets were circulated about the country, purporting to be written by men of science, and predicting that awful consequences to mankind would result from all the great planets reaching their perihelia, or nearest points to the sun, together. According to these prophets the sinister effects of the perihelia were to begin making their appearance this fall, when Jupiter passed his perihelion, and next year the scythe of death was to be put to the harvest m the tar east, and to sweep westward with a swathe as broad as the continents, until it reached the Pacific Ocean. The narrow Atlantic was to be no more than a brooklet in the path of this terrible harvester. Plagues, famines, pestilences, fire, earthquakes, floods and tornadoes were to scourge the human race until only a few remained, like Noah and his family, to repeople the earth with a sturdier and more God-fearing race. So much alarm was caused by this hocus-pocus of pretended science and prophecy, that some real men of science Mr. Proctor among others were at the pains to show that so far as these predictions professed to rest upon scientific tacts they were baseless. Ihe great planets will not all be in perihelion in 1881, and they will not all be in perihelion together at any time. It is true that several of the chief planets will reach their perihelia within a few years, and that it is rare for them to be grouped so close, together as they will be at one time next year. It is also true that remarkable coincidences have been observed between the existence of great storms on the sun, that produce electrical disturbances and possibly meteorological changes upon the earth, and the presence of Jupiter near his perihelion. Astronomers have also suspected that the influence of some of the other great planets upon the earth can be perceived, but they have never discovered any reason to believe that the combined forces of all the planets could, under any circumstances, produce upon the earth a thousandth part of the evil effect ascribed to them by the astrologers, if indeed they produced any evil ellect whatever. Still the astrological almanacs for next year are repeating substantially the same predictions of evil things to begin, if not to culminate, in 1881. Because, as they say, the ravages of the Black Death in the middle ages fol lowed the nearly coincident perihelia of lour great planets, they predict simi lar consequences from the configuration of the planets now. But neither in their premises nor their inferences does science recognize any validity. In truth, however, the astrologers, not less than the astronomers and all star gazers, will have plenty of phe nomena in the heavens to occupy their attention tor the next twetve months The sky will not present such brilliant pageants again this century. There will be a remarkable series of conjunctions, and double and tripple conjunctions. The most interesting of these is the great twenty-year conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn in April. This conjunction is one of the strongholds ot the astrolo gers. As it occurs in the sign Taurus, which they say rules Turkey and Ire land, they feel safe, on account of recent occurrences, in predicting very mo mentous effects in those countries from the conjunction. There will also be conjunctions of Jupiter and Mars, Venus and Jupiter, Saturn and Venus, and the far-away giants Uranus and Neptune will play a part in this remarkable plane tary levee. Venus will reach her greatest bright ness in the spring, and will be so brilliant as to be visible at noonday. Her delicate crescent will be a favorite ob ject in the amateur astronomer's tele scope. Saturn will open still wider its wonderful rings and will be one of the chief attractions of the evening sky for several months. Jupiter will not lose much of his present brilliancy before he becomes a morning star in April. Mars will begin to brighten in the latter part of the year, and then, his snowy poles and shadowy continents will again become the admiration of those who gaze through telescopes. In short, there will be no end of attractions in the starry heavens, and all the prognostications of the soothsayers will not be able to darken the sky of 1881. N. Y. Sun, Dec. 22. Mechanism of the Brain. We are not left to the unaided study of our mental processes for proof that the human brain is a mechanism. In the laboratory of Professor Goltz, in Stras burg, I saw a terrier from which he had removed, by repeated experiments, all the surface of the brain, thereby reducing the animal to a simple automaton. Looked at while lying in his stall he seemed at first in no wise different from other dogs; he took food when offered to him, was fat, sleek and very quiet. When I approached him he took no notice of me, but when the assistant caught him by the tail he instantly became the embodiment of fury. He had not sufficient perceptive power to recognize the point of assault, so that his keeper, standing behind him, was not in danger. With flashing eyes and hair all erect the dog howled and barked furiously, incessantly snapping and biting, first on this side and then on that, tearing with his forelegs and in everyway manifesting rage. When his tail was dropped by the attendant and his head touched, the storm at once subsided, the fury was turned into calm, and the animal, a few seconds before so rageful, was pur ring like a cat and stretching out its head for carresses. This curious process could be repeated indefinitely. Take hold of his tail, and instantly the storm broke out afresh; pat his head and all was tenderness. It was possible to play at will with the passions of the animal by the slightest touches. During the Franco-German contest a French soldier was struck in the head with a bullet and left on the field for dead, but subsequently showed sufficient life to cause him to be carried to the hospital, where he finally recovered his general health, but remained in a mental state very similar to that of Professor Goltz' s dog. As he walked about the rooms and corridors of the Soldiers' Home in Paris, he appeared to the stranger like an ordinary man, unless it were in his apathetic manner. When his comrades were called to the dinner table he followed, sat down with them, and, the food being placed upon his plate and a knife and fork in his hands, would commence to eat. That this was not done in obedience to thought or knowledge was shown by the fact that his dinner could be at once interrupted by awakening a new train of feeling by a new external impulse. Put a crooked stick resembling a gun into his hand, and at once the man was seized with a rage comparable to that produced in the Strasburg dog by taking hold of his tail. The fury of conflict was on him; with a loud yell he would recommence the skirmish in which he had been wounded, and, crying to his comrades, would make a rush at the supposed assailant. Take the stick out of his hand and at once his apathy would settle upon him; give him a knife and fork, and, whether at the table or elsewhere, he would make the motions of eating; hand him a spade, and he would begin to dig. It is plain that the impulse produced by seeing his comrades move to the "dining room started the chain of automatic movements which resulted in his seating himself at the table. The weapon called into new life the well-known acts of the battle field. The spade brought back the day when, innocent of blood, he cultivated the vineyards of sunny France. In both the dog and the man just spoken of the control of the will over the emotions and mental acts was evidently lost, and the mental functions were performed only in obedience to impulses from without; i. e., were automatic. The human brain is a complex and very delicate mechanism, so uniform in its actions, so marvelous in its creation, that it is able to measure the rapidity of its own processes. There are scarcely two brains which work exactly with the same rapidity and ease. One man thinks faster than another man for reasons as purely physical as those which give to one "man a faster gait than that of another. Dr. H. C. Wood, in LijipincoW s Magazine. The Electric Light. The various exhibitions of the elec tric light, coupled with the recent forming of new companies, have all a special significance in one direction. lhey almost all ot them represent more or less different applications of electricity to produce light, and they register results obtained Dy different investi gators along divergent lines of inquiry and invention. But taken together they show that the primal and funda mental difficulties have been overcome. The light has been discovered, has been subdivided and can be registered. With these points gained, and with several sets of skilled inventors working away each at his own branch, who will dare to deny that ere long the new light will be perfected, and its position established firmly, if not as a successful rival of gas at least as an active com petitor t JSew loric evening rose. Senator Wallace's Discovery. The Democratic party has a mission. We wouldn't have believed it if we were not so assured by Senator William A. Wallace, who has made this remarkable discovery, and announces it through the columns of the North American He-view at $20 a page. What does a cruel world fancy the mission of the Democratic party to be? Perhaps a million guesses might be made without hitting' it. We can easily imagine how some might guess its mission to be to make the Korth solidly Republican, to keep the South in an uproar, to defeat the operation of the Constitutional amendments, to keep John Kelly at the head of Tammany, to pass resolutions extolling the virtues of Tilden, to elect Myers, of Indiana, to Congress, to give Carter Harrison something to talk about, to make the yellow fever seem a comparatively trivial infliction, and so on ad infinitum and ad nauseum: but no sane man would ever hit upon the truth, according to Wallace, unless aided by spiritual agency. The mission of the Democratic party, as we are told by Mr. Wallace, is to save suffrage from being "debased" and "corrupted," and to "restore the Government of the Republic to the rule of the masses of the people." That's what Wallace says, and, though we may shut one eye and wink at that distinguished gentleman, and, figuratively speaking, poke him in the ribs and say, "Go away, you bad man, you're joking with us," Wallace main tains his serious aspect and looks for all the world as if he didn't know he was absurd. Why, bless the Senatorial soul of William Wallace! there wouldn't be any Democratic party if suffrage were not "debased'' and was not "corrupted" and tampered with! A dot on the political chart that might often be mistaken for a fly speck would be the body, breeches, and brains of Democracy if suffrage were as free and un-trameled as William Wallace would make ii Mr. Wallace occupies tho anomalous position of preaching Republicanism and voting Democracy. He is a political exhorter, who cries, "Swear not at all," and then goes out and damns the whole continent. He is a veterinary surgeon who descants upon the deadly nature of the glanders, and goes about inoculating the whole equine creation with the disease. " Save those people from going over the rapids," screamed a noble-hearted philanthropist, "and particularly save the man with the red head. He owes me a dollar." " Save the glorious ship of state," roars Wallace, "and especially the men in the stern of the boat, who are boring holes in the bottom and hurrah ing for me. It is all wrong in Mr. Wallace to write a humorous essay and attempt to palm it off as a kind of modern psalm. With tissue ballots and the " countiug out' process in the South, and Phi.p's Chinese letter and Barnum's mules in the North all so fresh in our memories, Mr. Wallace can hardly expect us to accept his essay seriously. VY e know he must be giggling merrily in front, in spite of the solemnity of that portion of his anatomy exposed to us, and to which he so ungraciously calls public attention in his article. ChicagoInter-Ocean. A Parade of Virtue. In the course of the debate on the resolutions concerning the Electoral count, in the House, the other day, Representative Whitthorne, of Tennessee, declared that he believed Mr. Garfield lawfully chosen President of the United States, and that he (Whitthorne) for one would see to it that he was inaugurated. This is certainly very handsome of Mr. Whitthorne, and we do not doubt that he was surprised and disappointed that the official report of his speeoh was not duly punctuated with "applause on the Republican side ot the Chamber." Mr. W hitthorne's mao-- A Helping Hand. Every man's Nemean Lion lies in wait for him somewhere Raskin. Triplet Maxims. -think, live and Three things to do act. Three things to govern your temper, tongue and conduct. Three things to cherish virtue, goodness and wisdom. Three things to love courage, gentleness and affection. Three things to contend for honor, country and friends. Three things to hate cruelty, arrogance and ingratitude. Three things to teach truth, industry and contentment. Three things to admire intellect, dignity and gracefulness. Three things to like cordiality, goodness and cheerfulness. Three things to delight in beauty, frankness ana freedom. Three things to avoid idleness, loquacity and flippant jesting. Three things to wish for health, friends and a contented spirit. Three things to cultivate good book?, good friends, good humor. There is nothing more chilling U an ardent lover than the Beautiful's No. His Soul Is Marching On. The talent of the average Bourbon Democrat for blundering was never more conspicuously illustrated than it was in the open attack made in the Senate by Senator Vest, of Missouri, on the memory of " Old John Brown," the hero of Harper's Ferry. Senator Vest is a Democrat of small stature, but large capacity for hating. He was molded in a small pattern, has revolved in a narrow sphere, and mistakes his malignity for genius. He served in the Confederate Congress for two or three years, and on that bloodless field alone won his title of "Colonel," as well as his right to abuse Old John Brown But perhaps we should admit that he draws his latter rijlit from a higher source the indefeasible right of a Bour bon Democrat to make a fool of himself. The question before the Senate was that of appropriating a sum of money to pay the Clerk of the Territorial Legislature of Kansas, in 1855, for compil ing the slave code enacted by a Demo cratic Legislature. The laws never became the law of the State, and were publicly burned after the State was admitted to the Union. Senator Cock- rell urged the allowance of the claim. Senator Ingalis. of Kansas, opposed it and explained its true character, ben ator Vest jumped into the discussion, and, according to the Associated Press report, said: "He did not propose to revive the questions of that terrible period, slavery was dead, and he had no wish to bring it to life. But he could not refrain, sine j the subject had bi-en brought up. from saving that violence begat violence, and outrage provoked outrage. The people sent out by l'lyui.mth Church, and other pillars of God anil morality, headed by that old scoundrel, John Brown, who afterwards justly exuiated his crimes on the scaffold at Harper's Ferry, were responsible for much of tne violence of that unfortunate time." It is rather late in the day for Sena tor V est, of Missouri, to be attacking the memory of John Brown. If the name of benator V est has ever been identified or connected with any Na tional, patriotic, humanitarian or phi lanthropic movement, we are not aware of the fact. Born and bred under slaverv influences, he has never been other than a defender of that institu tion and its logical sequences. It fol lows, of course, that he took part in the rebellion against the Government. Relieved of his political disabilities, he has, by the grace of the Bourbon Democracy of Missouri, found a seat in the United States Senate, where he makes use of his position to attack John Brown. Who was John Brown? A man whose shoe-latchets Senator Vest was never worthy to unloose; a man who grasped the problems of a century and the interests of posterity. In the quiet of private life he absorbed the doctrines of a statesman and the ideas of a phi lanthropist. A born patriot, he became a developed hero. State lines and State laws, fused in the crucible of his great soul, left nothing but human rights, and to this idea he devoted himself and sacrificed his life. Subiected to the blazing light of his rugged intellect, slavery was simply the sum of human villainies, the aggregation ot human wrongs, and as such he attacked it Attacking it he died, a victim of an accursed system of laws, a hero of all time. John Brown's soul is marching on. His work is done. His name has been echoed in a thousand battle-songs, and will be repeated with reverence when that of Senator Vest shall have been forgotten. In view of the facts, how puerile and contemptible appears the attack of the beetle-eyed little Sen ator from Missouri upon tho memory of the hero of Harper's Ferry. Indian- the Chamber." Mr. W hitthorne's mag nanimous attitude, we are glad to say, is that of many other prominent Democrats. Senator Wade Hampton, it is well known, has boldly proclaimed his belief in Garfield's honest and legal election. This declaration, coming from a man who is usually disposed to try the effect of a rifle club before yielding any political point, was greeted by the entire Democratic press with shouts of acclamation. Senator Hill, of Georgia, also took occasion, after much cogitation, to express sentiments simi lar to those so magnanimously avowed by the two gentlemen just named. And the same concession has been gracious ly made by a great many leading Dem ocrats in and out of Congress. Whatever may be true of the rank and file of the Democratic, party, the leaders and their newspaper organs are inviting applause tor their magnanimity in conceding that Garfield is elected President of the United States. We are caned on to admire and reverence the noble disinterestedness with which the Democracy admit an incontioverti- ble fact. "Look at us," they seem to say, "look at us and behold a party that will not steal anything out of its reach." We are expected to be filled with admiration for the Spartan virtue of a party that has never before had even a semblance of morality to parade belore the world. It is as it a burglar, finding that bank locks defied his skill, should attitudinize as an honest fellow who would not break into a bank under any circumstances whatever. The re turns from the States to the President of the United States Senate will show that Garfield and Arthur have 214 Elec toral votes, and Hancock and English have loo votes, which is a clear major ity of 59 in favor of the two Republican candidates. And contemplating this solemn fact, Mr. Whitthorne and his political associates admit that Gartield is elected; and then they demand that we shall show proper gratitude for their magnanimity, and respect for their heroin virtue. This affectation of superior political morality is a survival from the late fraud campaign." Having half-per suaded themselves that Tilden was cheated in the Electoral count of 1876, the Democrats have harped on that single string for four years. It seems impossible for them to give up the old, old cry of "fraud," and when all else has failed they have fallen back upon this issue as if it were a real thing. Not only so, but Democrats who are free talkers have openly said that they would practice on the Republicans the same trick which, as they alleged, was played on the Democrats in Tilden' s time. bo thoroughly imbued were they with a sense of the wrongs which they pretended had been perpetrated upon them that they argued in the Maine case that Gracelon and his gang were justified in counting out a Republi can majority, "because the Republicans had done the same thing in Louisiana. This is precisely the kind of morality which may be expected of a political party that thinks to extort the admiration of the world for its refusal to lay claim to the Presidency with a majority of 59 to overcome in the Electoral College. Having repeatedly threatened to snatch the Presidency as soon as there Wfis the slightest chance to do it. the Democracy makes a virtue of necessity, ana looks around for ap plause. lhe insolent assumption of fairness with which some of the Democratic leaders appeal to the country for ap proval is more intolerable when we con sider the gross frauds which have secured Democratic majorities in many of the States counted for Hancock. It is very handsome in Senators from the Southern States to plume themselves on their magnanimity in conceding the election of a man whose defeat they endeavored to compass by every specie3 of crime against the ballot. Leaving out of the case the Democratic forgery by which Hewitt, Barnum, and- their gang of perjurers succeeded in mislead ing the voters ot two or three btates which were otherwise sure for the Re publicans, the record of the Democratic party in the canvass of 1880 is infamous for the frauds committed in the bouth- ern States in the interest of the Demo cratic candidates. It was even pro posed, in the first pangs of their disap pointment, by leading; Democrats, that the vote of the great btate of New York should be thrown out of the Electoral count, on some flimsy pretext of fraud or intimidation. This madness lasted for a day or two, and then, with prodigious clamor, the baffled conspirators paraded as paragons of virtue, claiming cheers from the people for saying an undisputed thing in such a solemn way. Because they denied the legal election of a Republican President four years since, they seem to think that they really ought to fly in the face of indis putable facts lor evermore. a. x. Times. There was a small crowd of boys and men congregated upon an up-town cor ner the other morning and the occasion of it was a horse fallen in the harness a respectable-looking horse drawing a respectable-looking milk wagon, and driven by a boy, who now tugged at his head, vainly urging him to rise. Jerk him up," called a man on the sidewalk with both hands in his pockets. " Give him the whip!" Each one shouted out. some advice. but no one volunteered to assist the boy, who was just far enough away from his childhood to feel like having a good cry; but he coaxed and pulled at the'horse that now lay quite still, and, with horse sense did not try to move on the slippery ice, but stretched his neck out in a way that brought despair to the heart of the boy, who believed he was going to die on his hands. Just then a man came walking brisk ly along and saw the prostrate horse. and the disconsolate-looking ooy; ne carried a heavy piece of machinery in one hand but this he laid aside as he stepped out to the horse and began to take oil the harness, in a moment ne had run the shafts back and left the horse free. Then he took the bridle rein, gave a quick, sharp chirrup and the animal sprung to his feet and gave himself a great shake; the man helped the boy reharness him, the two exchanged a smile of thanks and welcome, and then the man picked up his machinery and walked cheerfully off one way, as the boy drove on another. He had slain the Nemean lion to begin his day and we may well believe that when evening came he would be one of those who can sing: ' Something accomplished, something' done Has earned a night's repose. An eld colored woman stopped at a corner of one of the most fashionable thoroughfares the other afternoon, just before nightfall, : and looked disconsolately up and down the street; then she appealed to a beautiful girl in a Raphael hat and with eyes like some pictured saint who tripped along in rich and costly attire: " Please, miss, mought this be Anthony Street, deary," but only a look from the beautiful eyes was vouchsafed her. Then came some fair and prosperous matrons, all laughing and chattering over their Christmas purchases. The old aunty, with her withered face stood in the way. ' 'Please, honeys, will ye direct me to Anthony Street? Ise done got lost." We never heard of such a street," they said, and went laughing on. It was a weary professor going home from instrumental lesson-giving, with the merest breath of life left in him, who stopped and said: " You mean Antoine Street, Aunty," and he turned her in the right direction, and saw that she followed it. And so he had slain his Nemean lion before he slept. 1 or the dithculty of moment in the path of everybody, is the small, homely, unheroic duty, which is so unbeautiful we will not see it, and has so little grandeur with which to invest us when we nave periormea it. vv no oi us cares to be seen assisting an old', woman with an overburden of unwashed clothes, or a blind man groping behind a wheelbarrow. The fear of ridicule is stronger than the creed of ages. Detroit Free Press, PUXGENT PARAGRAPHS. " Usually through by daylight" sleep. Some one says kisses sweeten a farewell. He fares well who gets them. The man who knows you well may forget all about you when you are sick. The bravest woman in the world pales after tackling a powder puff. The only value of the lamps in railroad cars is to make darkness visible. Even dumb animals exhibit attachment. The horse is always attached to the vehicle which he draws. Of a miserly man somebody wrote: " His head gave way, but his hand never did. His brain softened, but his heart couldn't." A man out in Nebraska died the other day while blowing his nose. It was a fatal blow. New York Commercial Advertiser. - The old gentleman of sixty who was taken in by the confidence game had evidently arrived at a " green old age." Boston Commercial Bulletin. "lama man of few words," said Prendergast. "True enough," replied Fogg " true enough; but you nevei tire of repeating them." The young girl of the period is generally pert with the other sex until she is married and then she becomes ex-pert. Boston Commercial Bulletin. . When a Deadwood man rises up in a gin mill and says the whole crowd present are liars they call him an imprudent man. He generally has a hangup funeral, too. The Philadelphia Chronicle-Herald desires to call Mr. Berg's attention to the fact that thousands of little snowbirds are appearing without overshoes this winter. Plantation Conjurers. Among the many superstitions of plantation negroes none are so strongly marked and deeply rooted as their universal belief in the power of "tricking" or conjuring a faith brought with them to this country, and, in spite of all changes and vicissitudes, clinging to them as strongly to-day as when they roamed their native wilds across the sea. I venture the assertion that there is not a single neighborhood in the whole South in which there does not live at least one darkey who is recognized by his neighbors as having the gift of putting "spells" on anyone so unlortunate as to incur his enmity. The regular conjurer is always old, and of strange, "curous" ways, and full of eccentricities sometimes a gruff,wizard-like old man and sometimes a withered old crone. The power, is never attributed to a young or a stout negro. Some of these "conjerers" are proud of the distinction gained and the awe inspired by their mysterious ways, and they love to perform every absurdity, with a pretended air of secrecy, in order to excite curiosity and give color to their claims as conjurers. They go around mumbling to themselves, tying up rags and gathering up snake skins, dog hair, bent pins, rusty nails, red pepper, locks of hair, pieces of mule hoof, scraps of red flannel and pieces of copperas, and all sorts of things supposed to possess "charm" powers. They then catch frogs, lizards, scorpions, ants, snakes and "ground puppies," and put them while alive in ovens and bake until nothing is left but ashes, which are carefully bottled for future use. This is all done with au air of mystery, and with ominous head-shakings, that strike terror to the hearts of the timid. If these ashes are slyly given to an enemy in anything he Loye and Friendship. One of the most perilous mistakes made by a woman is to misinterpret the polite attentions ot the men who sur- rr..irrl At tYto nut-apt ckf hp.r na.rp.fir she is apt to regard every male friend may eat or drink, or even sprinkled on as a probable lover. What can surpass the absurdity, the chagrin, the mortm-cation, the heart-sickness and heart-soreness of a woman who has buoyed herself upon the hope that advances are being made to her, when in truth the supposed suitor has no serious intentions at all? What are advances. and when are men making them? " A course of small, quiet attentions," says Sterne, " not so pointed as to alarm, nor so vague as to be misunderstood. with now and then a look of kindness, and little of nothing said upon it." That is a man's answer to my question; the simplest and most straightforward I can find, after a long; and careful research. And what a depth of cunning and discretion there is in it! The advantages are all on one side; so long as the man does not commit himself in words, he can offer any attention he chooses. If the woman ia on her guard all the better for her; if not, she must suffer the consequences of her credulity. But if the man be really in earnest how is she to know it, when the coun terfeit of love is so cleverly done? A his garments, the cremated reptile "comes alive" in some part of his body, and causes terrible pain and often death. Whenever a negro has any lingering disease or any malady he does not understand, he and all his associates quickly pronounce him "tricked," and all the doctors in the world couldn't reason them out of their belief. Every case of hypochondria I have ever heard of among negroes (and I have known of a great many) belonged to this class they had been " cunjered." One had a scorpion in his leg, another ants and others had snakes and lizards in their arms. As mentioned before, some of these conjurers take much pleasure in the title and in the power it gives them, but it is very few who are willing to bear the odium. I can now recall but two within my own knowledge who were willing to be recognized as possessing the "evil eye." The. gift is usually attributed to some surly, odd looking and unsociable old negro, much against his will, and the more he disclaims sucn po were and refuses the "greatness thrust maiden friend of mine, who has been Upon him," the more he is feared. How WUUClt eleven L11UCS, auu ftiivYO a deal about it, assures me that the only POLITICAL BREVITIES. jjQyThe day of ballot-box juggling is rapidly passing away. BQT'Polilics are dull, but the country is happy, it was ever thus. JSi-g-This is a great country and it has produced a good manv great things; but the product which comes nearest to being boundless is Democratic stupid ity. JBSaT'The mission of the Democratic party seems to be that of determining how many times a party can stand defeat and still object to a funeral. Mad ison (Bu.) Democrat. JSoj-The Democracy has the satisfaction of knowing that its prospects can not possibly look much blacker than they do at present. The party must strike bottom pretty soon, unless it is in the pit which has no bottom. JSBen Hill lets it be known that if General Gartield is " real good" to the South he will rally a large support in that section. If Ben and his class ex pect to be fed on sugar-plums iu order to persuade them to do right, they will find themselyes mistasen, that is all. Bgf" The South is willing to give General Gartield s Administration a fair trial," says a chorus of Southern editors. Dear brethren, this is kind of vou. but vou have somehow got the thing turned around. General Garfield's Administration will give the South a fair trial that's the way the matter stands. N, Y. Tribune. attentions to be taken notice of, and relied upon, are those that touch the pocket. When your Platonic friend," she says, " begins to oner guts, costiy according to his means, depend upon it the affair has become a business with him as well as with you." The American missionary Judson, possessed a valuable watch, which he bestowed in succession before marriage upon each of his three wives; when he ottered it to the third obiect of his affections, he stated that it had the desirable property of always returning to him, bringing the beloved wearer witn it. ue sure the wise and prudent man would never have parted with his watch, unies3 ne had been firmly persuaded that he was making a good investment, safe to bring him in large and clear returns. When a costly offering is laid upon the shrine, the offerer means worship. A hundred flatteries, innumerable hand-pressures and "kind-looks" are as nothing cor?parea witn one suostanuai present. Love of Home. The affections which bind a man to the place of his birth are essential in his nature, and follow the same law as that which governs every innate feeling. They are implanted in his bosom along with life, and are modified by every circumstance which he encounters from the beginning to the end ol his existence. The sentiment which, in the breast of any one man is an instinctive fondness for the spot where he drew his early breath, becomes, by the progress of mankind and the formation of society, a more enlarged feeling, and expands into the noble passion of patriotism. The love of country, the love of the village where we were born, of the field which we first pressed with out tender footsteps, of the hillock which we first climbed, are the same aftection, only the latter belongs to each of us separately; the first can be known but by men united in masses. It is founded upon every advantage which a nation is supposed to possess and is increased by every improvement which it is supposed to receive. far his own faith in his powers extend is. and always will be, a mystery. Then, -Racy readingNews of the turf. besides the acknowledged conjurers, it is believed that every negro can "trick" his personal enemies. So, between them all, the "professionals," and the "non-professionals," there is an immense amount of conjuring constantly roing on. "Pleasant Riderhood'' in Detroit Free Press. Violin Making. Violin making in its perfection is one of the most difficult of callings. It is apparently nothing more than the adjustment of certain bits of wood, which are planed, tiled, saw-cut, scratched, sand-papered, carved, pegged, glued and varnished; but to give it the soul requires the highest capability of human intelligence. Hands must work in a material which, though easier to cut than metal, can not be kept up to the same degree of precision. Fingers must be subservient to brain. For a guide you must have the fine appreciation of tone quality. If with mechanical dexterity you possess the necessary fineness of ear," your wooden case will give out the sound of a Guarnerius, a Steiner, or an Amati. The trick of it all is so subtle that he who makes a good violin is no longer a servile imitator! A commonplace instrument may be quite within the scope of a good patternmaker, but a really tine violin, such as a great soloist will accept, one perfect throughout the whole register, one that responds to the least touch of the finger, that makes a pure and unalloyed sound, with the tone quality, whether you just touch it, or rasp it with your bow well, that is nothing less than a chef-d? atuvre. Why, there are only four people to-day in the world who can turn you out such an instrument: Barnel Pliillips. in Harper's Magazine. A ragged old tramp was arrested at Buffalo. When taken to the police station and subjected to the customary search, he resisted furiously. His reason was apparent when .$3,242 in bonds and money was found sewed up in ins clothes. -A knife with 191 blades was lately I sent to the Prince of Wales on his birth. j day.